April 16, 2012
Oscar Tuazon, Two Part Chair, 2012.
Oscar Tuazon’s exhibition Scott Burton opens next week at the Fondazione Giuliani in Rome, and it will be fantastic. The press release, composed by Tuazon, is here, and it is, for once, everything you might want a description of an exhibition to be: caustic, creative, bewildering and actually informative! It begins,

I called the show “Scott Burton” because I had to put a name on how I feel. Probably it would have made more sense to take the title from Bea Schlingelhoff, and call it “Fuck The Participant”, a pun that would have described more accurately the dual nature of Burton’s work, subtly perverse, antagonistic, sexy. There’s a great self-portrait of Burton, posing in Afro wig and white face, wearing overalls and an enormous dildo, that could very well be subtitled Fuck the Participant.
I guess I tried to become Scott Burton. I don’t know how other people do it, but that’s how I do it. Which was strange. A demon came into my head. Suddenly I was alone inside that demon’s house. I tried to build pedestals, I tried to build tables. I thought very literally about becoming another person…

Oscar Tuazon, Two Part Chair, 2012.

Oscar Tuazon’s exhibition Scott Burton opens next week at the Fondazione Giuliani in Rome, and it will be fantastic. The press release, composed by Tuazon, is here, and it is, for once, everything you might want a description of an exhibition to be: caustic, creative, bewildering and actually informative! It begins,

I called the show “Scott Burton” because I had to put a name on how I feel. Probably it would have made more sense to take the title from Bea Schlingelhoff, and call it “Fuck The Participant”, a pun that would have described more accurately the dual nature of Burton’s work, subtly perverse, antagonistic, sexy. There’s a great self-portrait of Burton, posing in Afro wig and white face, wearing overalls and an enormous dildo, that could very well be subtitled Fuck the Participant.

I guess I tried to become Scott Burton. I don’t know how other people do it, but that’s how I do it. Which was strange. A demon came into my head. Suddenly I was alone inside that demon’s house. I tried to build pedestals, I tried to build tables. I thought very literally about becoming another person…

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